Alone Together: My Life With J. Paul Getty by Theodora Getty Gaston

Author:Theodora Getty Gaston [Gaston, Theodora Getty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biography & Autobiography, Nonfiction, Personal Memoir, Retail
ISBN: 9780062219718
Amazon: 0062219715
Barnesnoble: 0062219715
Publisher: Ecco
Published: 2013-09-03T04:00:00+00:00

Knowing they have the very best with which to face the enemy, confident of their ability to stop aggression, protect their loved ones, and end this WAR OF HATE, they will succeed. And you, mothers, sisters, and wives, be strong and brave. Take heart and have faith that your prayers will be answered, because God does guard and guide those who take up the sword on the side of RIGHT. Abraham Lincoln was sure of this. You may recall he said, “Let us have faith that RIGHT makes MIGHT and in that faith let us dare to do our duty as we understand it.” Thank you, and God Bless.

Almost immediately the auditorium was transformed into a beautiful banquet hall. A sumptuous buffet dinner was set up at one end, and a dance band at the other. As I stepped down from the stage, Paul came up to me, caught my hand, and whispered, “You were great, darling. They loved you.” He looked pleased, and I thanked God he was, for I wanted to please him.

He put his arm around my waist, and we walked through the crowd to our table. I had the feeling this was the first time, since my arrival two weeks before, that this man was laying claim to his wife. For a second I wondered, What was it? Was it me or was it the speech? Several mothers stopped us just to thank me. This was the first time I had met any of the factory employees, executives, and students of the Spartan School of Aeronautics, and I noted the way in which they treated Paul. I saw that he was respected by workers, not for being the boss, but for his diligence, his understanding, and his great sense of humor.

I found this particularly interesting, since Paul was a man over whom society and nobility had fawned, but here he was just another guy, like the rest of them. They also admired him as a man who could have been given a Navy command or a top desk in Washington, with its attendant gold braid and impressive uniform, but who instead had taken a tough job in Oklahoma to get production rolling.

For a while, I sat intrigued by the wonderful new tunes the orchestra was playing from the Broadway hit show Oklahoma! Songs I’d never heard before. So American, they made you feel proud. But later, when the orchestra started playing some of the older tunes, like “Night and Day,” Paul took my hand and said, “Let’s dance,” and we moved out onto the floor of that huge auditorium, as though it were a secret place just meant for us.

He held me close. We moved as one. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. I let my body follow his. Could it really be happening all over again, like it had those many times years before, when I knew I belonged in this man’s arms?

He brushed my cheek with his lips, then smiled down at me.

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